Theatre O Natural
by Elisabeth Spalding
The sun casts its radiance across the grass;
Colors it the shade of golden corn.
Through the corner of my eye,
Through my crystalline eyelashes,
I can see the sun
In its immortal glory
Rising in the east.
It highlights the clouds
Rich shades of iridescent yellow
Orange, and peach also.
I stand, unmoving; I cannot move.
Cannot break the sweet melody
Of singing birds and the
Far off hum of car engines.
Around me the world pays respect
To this beautiful morning,
And the burdens and joys
It shall spawn.